Motivators - A Tribe Called Quest F/ Consequence

chorus: 
We be the number one motivators 
Ghetto mentality and the innovators 
Some of y'all may really hate us 
But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock 

Phife: 
We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental 
Damagin your mental, from here to Sacramento 
This here groove was made for vintage freestylin 
Feelin like I'm chillin on a Caribbean island 
Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth 
A Tribe Called Quest, we representin up North 
What's that you're sayin in the back, actin all silly 
Kickin freestyle raps, rollin up phillies 

Q-Tip: 
It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe 
Now you get the picture like Picasso 
We make it happen when these niggaz start rappin 
Who this, captain? 
Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and.. 
I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed 
Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed 
Blessin fans with autographs in my paths 
While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task 

Consequence: 
Yo, if I ruled the world 
It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz will make the light swirl 
Cuz after you G, ain't nuthin but Girl...Scouts 
And I'mma show you what it's all about(ah yeah) 
Is what you say when my love is in your mouth 
Without a doubt, I cut MCs like the cord 
Cuz I does more than that MC from The Lords 
While you be froggin like Bud-wei-ser 
And rappin is what you slackin in 
I'm knockin MCs outta action like abstinance 
Rockin since kiss my dick was kickin ass 
Peachfuzz, cuz...you might be on drugs 

chorus: 

Q-Tip: 
To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate 
Motivate, I motivate 
To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand 
Motivate, I motivate y'all 

Consequence: 
A yo, I speak with something new but not Granddaddy I.U. 
Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q 
A yo, it's destined St. John, I swing on your block 
You know how I get down like Heather B. with them glocks 
I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox 
Cuz heads ain't ready for the willie I got 
Ya naw'mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim 
Leavin crews in state of black and blue like Rakim 
And if you don't know, you better ask another 
It's like 192 when we rollin deep cover 
So don't shut down on the Razor 
Cuz in the 9-Live we steppin through hotter than the Trail Blazers 
And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean 
Son, I gotta team that Hakeem couldn't dream 
While you be standin sellin, Queens keep it live 
Who the hell you tellin (Kim from the Tribe) 

Phife: 
Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry 
Because all these so-called mutts are not seein me 
They too busy eatin cycles 1, 2 and 3 
They can't MC, I'd rather be down with fuckin Droopy D 
My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin know 
Been writin rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio 
You're style is played out like a two-tone down goose 
You couldn't Converse if you had fuckin react juice 
So hold your corner as I fuckin bless this mic in here 
I'm eatin through your crew like Stephen King's ankle layers 
Chop off my feet, word to God, I'm gonna hurt you 
(Will y'all fall off?) Will Laura fuck Urkel? 
Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma 
Kid, my shit's the bomb, ask my peeps from Oklahoma 

Q-Tip: 
To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate 
Motivate, I motivate, I motivate y'all 
To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand 
Motivate, I motivate y'all 
To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air 
Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate 
Can't do nuthin for your frontin, get involved and do somethin 
Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti...